"My brother, after all, is my own flesh and blood, far more obedient than those in the sect."
Situ Chen rode the wind out, looking at the sea shimmering with red and green hues, without any suspicion. Situ Mo had grown up with him, always cautious and obedient since childhood, he had long been accustomed to it.
He rode the wind southward, heading toward the famous Qunyi Sea Strait.
The Qunyi Sea Strait is a long strip of islands, large and small, surrounded by fragmented isles. He flew out on a red and black fire wind, set his direction straight, and wanted to enjoy the view from north to south along the strait.
But as the large island appeared before him, Situ Chen's heart pounded unexpectedly, his breathing grew rapid, and he was suddenly filled with doubt.
"Rise!"
